Exploding Bottle of Wine
ATTENTION! In case you didn't know Eleamer is my own character. she is a main character in this story, but you don't see her in this chapter. for now you won't even see or hear of Bra. Pan and Trunks are the other main characters. THIS is not JUST a ROMANCE because there are some serious conflicts going on between Eleamer and Pan as well. Marron also maybe forced to choose sides *wink* *nudge* *wink* (oops I gave some of it away.)
Disclaimer - I do not own DBZ or any of its characters I'd like to say once again!! This is the last time I will say this.!
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Chapter 1~ Silent Secrets Heard
With her tiny pinky Pan twirled a strand of her curly red hair. She always liked red. Red cars, red houses, red lipstick and that cute little red jacket that her boyfriend Spit liked to wear. Maybe if he could find a red diamond the size of China then she would marry him. Anyway, that's beside the point.
Slowly her tall red high heeled shoes moved gracefully forward, one foot after the other. From side to side her perfectly curved hips moved back and forth. Pulling her red skirt slightly down, not that it really covered anything; she pulled out her small compact mirror. Applying a few layers of Luscious Red lipstick she kissed the mirror, smiled and pressed the tiny little button.
"Who is it?" A sweet man's voice, that a girl could fall in love with just by hearing one word, yelled.
She didn't respond to the question and just quickly rang the doorbell again.
"I'm coming. I'm coming. don't get yourself in a fuss!"
He got up from his black leather couch and found a button-up sweat shirt lying on the floor under his wet toothbrush. Holding it up to his nose it smelled semi-clean so he slipped it quickly on over his head. Meanwhile, the visitor kept ringing the doorbell.
"I'm coming. If you're not careful you're going to break the doorbell!" He laughed.
Reaching for the knob, the girl pushed the door open straight into his face. He rubbed his nose, but didn't really feel any pain, until he saw the visitor. Reeling back a few steps in shock, he leaned against a wall to put his thoughts straight. He felt like he had just woken up from a night of heavy drinking.
"Who.who.um.I'm sorry.can.I.err.help you?" He stammered, stumbling over his words.
"Oh yes," she responded, flashing her pearly whites in a large grin. "I was wondering if I can.could speak to Eleamer. Please?"
"Damn!" she thought. All the time she was driving in her little hover craft on the way over here she had practiced keeping herself together when she saw him. She planned on being perfectly calm and in control. At the time it had seemed so easy, but now that she was here she wasn't sure if she could keep her emotions from spilling out.
"Well she's not." he drifted off, suddenly saddened.
Pan, however, didn't notice. She was kind of starring off into her own little world remember her past.
"What?" she snapped, suddenly alert as she maneuvered herself straight back into reality.
"Eleamer doesn't live here anymore. What I mean to say is well.we are taking some time off.that stupid.she has a new boyfriend.umm and." he mumbled on, catching Pan's soft eyes. They both stayed like that for a few minutes, just starring. "I'm sorry I'm telling you about this.it's just something about you."
"Oh T." she affectingly whispered, but caught herself and quickly jumped to, "No, no it's fine. I was just coming to see her. She and I were good friends a long time ago. I just wanted to say some things.tie up some loose ends."
"Do you know Pan?" he snapped, eager to hear news of the girl.
"Huh?" She looked confused, by his random question. It was so unlike him. "Oh yes.Pan.I knew her a long time ago."
"When did you last see Pan?" He begged leaning in close to hear response to the question he had been waiting to ask someone.
"Four years ago," she casually remarked.
"Four years ago." he echoed, pondering over the words. "That's when I last saw her too."
His heart sank and he felt like he was going to cry, which wouldn't be the first time in these last few months. Those damn three months ago that Eleamer told him she was cheating on someone else. Those damn three months that he suffered through all alone, knowing that the woman that he had liked so much was sleeping with someone else! But it wasn't nearly as bad as the day, four years ago, when Pan disappeared.
Pan got up and walked elegantly around the room. She looked at the pictures sitting up on top of his fireplace, on the mantel. There were some of Bra, Vegeta and Bulma. She brushed her fingers across one of Goten, Goku and her father, Gohan. Finally, when she reached the edge of the mantel, she saw a picture resting in a gold frame. It was of Trunks, in the middle, with his arms around Pan and Eleamer, on each side of him. Bra was sitting in Goten's lap, right in front of Trunks. Marron wasn't in the picture because she was out shopping, as usual.
Trunks jumped up from his meditation over his thoughts as Pan smacked the picture to the ground.
"What the hell?"
"Oh I'm sorry I just.err.bumped into it."
Suddenly, out of the blue, Trunks asked Pan a strange question.
"I have this poem that I wrote for this girl and I was wondering if I could read it to you. You know to get a girl's opinion and all." His face begged, drawing the word please, please, please all over her mind.
Dumbfounded she nodded "yes."
"Oh what is your name. by the way? I feel so rude not asking a lady her name and inviting her into my home!" he blushed, probably recalling doing that to many ladies on many occasions. Pretty, silly girls were always coming to see him. They were all after his money and good looks, but Trunks didn't mind taking advantage of that.
"Dixie," she whispered, starring at the broken picture. The name was the first thing that came to her mind, for some odd reason that she wasn't very concerned with.
"It's nice to meet you, Dixie! I had a girl dog named Dixie once.it's a very lovely name. I'm Trunks," he extended his hand to shake hers.
"Dixie?" She questioned, while her thoughts remained on the picture. Sitting down, she put her worried head into her small hands, rubbing at her swollen temples.
"Yes.umm that is your name isn't it?" His eyebrows shot up in a questioning sort of pose, as he starred at the woman who seemed to be elsewhere.
She spun around and jumped up, cracking her five inch heel. As she began to fall into Trunks he grabbed her with his strong arms and fast reflexes. Sitting her down on the couch, he questioned himself on what to do next.
"Let's start over. I'm Trunks," he smiled his goofy smile, trying to hold back the laughter as she threw off her shoes.
"I'm Dixie," she said, this time completely aware of what was going on. Reaching her delicate hand up and into his she shook his arm up and down. Meeting his eyes again they held onto each other, neither wanting to let go.
"About the poem.?" she whispered.
"Err.what?"
She stood up and grabbed his other hand. They paused, again, staring into each other's eyes, but this time he couldn't hold back the laughter. She was about five of six inches shorter than him.
"What?" She demanded to know what was so funny. "What? I said what.you arrogant idiotic. moronic. foolish. laughing at a girl. a woman I mean.you...!"
"Sorry. it was nothing." he chocked out, trying to hold back the laughter. "Now.oh yes.okay let me get the poem...oh wait I know it.here goes.
How does it feel when a heart breaks?
Well each person gets half
A straight line down the middle
Each person feels half lost
Each person feels half full
And life goes on
Sometimes mingling in the past
Soon to be forgotten"
He stopped there and let his soft blue eyes rest in the vision of her small black gem-like eyes. Maybe that was what he likes most about her. She really did have beautiful, knowing eyes that just kept drawing him in.
"But baby when you took your half
You stole some of mine
And when I walk by are favorite places
I look for my half
But with that tiny little chunk gone
I feel lost between the spaces
All I can think of is you
Just that tiny little chunk
Stabs me good
And baby my half has sprung a leak
It's draining out fast
And when I try to pull it back
You get me again
And it slips through my fingers
So I can't help remembering you
Sorry baby cause now my hearts a black hole
And bitch, I think I should hate you."
"Trunks?"
"Yeah?"
"Boxers or briefs?" She whispered in a daze.
He jumped back in shock. The world seemed to be spinning around him, and he once again got that drunken feeling. This was so great, so bad, so confusing.
"P-P-PAN!?" He shouted both in excitement and frustration. He said it so loud that they both could almost feel that their ears were shattering into tiny little pieces.
"No! I'm Dixie!" She said not by shouting, but with the stern kind of voice of a young woman pushed way over the edge.
She sounded like she was so cool and convinced that she was Dixie that Trunks felt like he had to believer her. But he still felt like maybe, just maybe she was hiding something from him. But he didn't think about it too long because suddenly his hands started to tingle and as he looked down, he realized that she never let go.
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THANKS for reading this. I know it was a little corny, but writing romance is new to me so give me a break k? ( Alright so REVIEW PLEASE!! Tell me what you think. does it make any sense or is it totally confusing. Do you understand that Pan is just lying when she says her name is Cassie? Well?? Positive and negative reviews are appreciated. REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!!! (So I know if I should keep writing) and thanks (
ATTENTION! In case you didn't know Eleamer is my own character. she is a main character in this story, but you don't see her in this chapter. for now you won't even see or hear of Bra. Pan and Trunks are the other main characters. THIS is not JUST a ROMANCE because there are some serious conflicts going on between Eleamer and Pan as well. Marron also maybe forced to choose sides *wink* *nudge* *wink* (oops I gave some of it away.)
Disclaimer - I do not own DBZ or any of its characters I'd like to say once again!! This is the last time I will say this.!
~*^*~*^*~
Chapter 1~ Silent Secrets Heard
With her tiny pinky Pan twirled a strand of her curly red hair. She always liked red. Red cars, red houses, red lipstick and that cute little red jacket that her boyfriend Spit liked to wear. Maybe if he could find a red diamond the size of China then she would marry him. Anyway, that's beside the point.
Slowly her tall red high heeled shoes moved gracefully forward, one foot after the other. From side to side her perfectly curved hips moved back and forth. Pulling her red skirt slightly down, not that it really covered anything; she pulled out her small compact mirror. Applying a few layers of Luscious Red lipstick she kissed the mirror, smiled and pressed the tiny little button.
"Who is it?" A sweet man's voice, that a girl could fall in love with just by hearing one word, yelled.
She didn't respond to the question and just quickly rang the doorbell again.
"I'm coming. I'm coming. don't get yourself in a fuss!"
He got up from his black leather couch and found a button-up sweat shirt lying on the floor under his wet toothbrush. Holding it up to his nose it smelled semi-clean so he slipped it quickly on over his head. Meanwhile, the visitor kept ringing the doorbell.
"I'm coming. If you're not careful you're going to break the doorbell!" He laughed.
Reaching for the knob, the girl pushed the door open straight into his face. He rubbed his nose, but didn't really feel any pain, until he saw the visitor. Reeling back a few steps in shock, he leaned against a wall to put his thoughts straight. He felt like he had just woken up from a night of heavy drinking.
"Who.who.um.I'm sorry.can.I.err.help you?" He stammered, stumbling over his words.
"Oh yes," she responded, flashing her pearly whites in a large grin. "I was wondering if I can.could speak to Eleamer. Please?"
"Damn!" she thought. All the time she was driving in her little hover craft on the way over here she had practiced keeping herself together when she saw him. She planned on being perfectly calm and in control. At the time it had seemed so easy, but now that she was here she wasn't sure if she could keep her emotions from spilling out.
"Well she's not." he drifted off, suddenly saddened.
Pan, however, didn't notice. She was kind of starring off into her own little world remember her past.
"What?" she snapped, suddenly alert as she maneuvered herself straight back into reality.
"Eleamer doesn't live here anymore. What I mean to say is well.we are taking some time off.that stupid.she has a new boyfriend.umm and." he mumbled on, catching Pan's soft eyes. They both stayed like that for a few minutes, just starring. "I'm sorry I'm telling you about this.it's just something about you."
"Oh T." she affectingly whispered, but caught herself and quickly jumped to, "No, no it's fine. I was just coming to see her. She and I were good friends a long time ago. I just wanted to say some things.tie up some loose ends."
"Do you know Pan?" he snapped, eager to hear news of the girl.
"Huh?" She looked confused, by his random question. It was so unlike him. "Oh yes.Pan.I knew her a long time ago."
"When did you last see Pan?" He begged leaning in close to hear response to the question he had been waiting to ask someone.
"Four years ago," she casually remarked.
"Four years ago." he echoed, pondering over the words. "That's when I last saw her too."
His heart sank and he felt like he was going to cry, which wouldn't be the first time in these last few months. Those damn three months ago that Eleamer told him she was cheating on someone else. Those damn three months that he suffered through all alone, knowing that the woman that he had liked so much was sleeping with someone else! But it wasn't nearly as bad as the day, four years ago, when Pan disappeared.
Pan got up and walked elegantly around the room. She looked at the pictures sitting up on top of his fireplace, on the mantel. There were some of Bra, Vegeta and Bulma. She brushed her fingers across one of Goten, Goku and her father, Gohan. Finally, when she reached the edge of the mantel, she saw a picture resting in a gold frame. It was of Trunks, in the middle, with his arms around Pan and Eleamer, on each side of him. Bra was sitting in Goten's lap, right in front of Trunks. Marron wasn't in the picture because she was out shopping, as usual.
Trunks jumped up from his meditation over his thoughts as Pan smacked the picture to the ground.
"What the hell?"
"Oh I'm sorry I just.err.bumped into it."
Suddenly, out of the blue, Trunks asked Pan a strange question.
"I have this poem that I wrote for this girl and I was wondering if I could read it to you. You know to get a girl's opinion and all." His face begged, drawing the word please, please, please all over her mind.
Dumbfounded she nodded "yes."
"Oh what is your name. by the way? I feel so rude not asking a lady her name and inviting her into my home!" he blushed, probably recalling doing that to many ladies on many occasions. Pretty, silly girls were always coming to see him. They were all after his money and good looks, but Trunks didn't mind taking advantage of that.
"Dixie," she whispered, starring at the broken picture. The name was the first thing that came to her mind, for some odd reason that she wasn't very concerned with.
"It's nice to meet you, Dixie! I had a girl dog named Dixie once.it's a very lovely name. I'm Trunks," he extended his hand to shake hers.
"Dixie?" She questioned, while her thoughts remained on the picture. Sitting down, she put her worried head into her small hands, rubbing at her swollen temples.
"Yes.umm that is your name isn't it?" His eyebrows shot up in a questioning sort of pose, as he starred at the woman who seemed to be elsewhere.
She spun around and jumped up, cracking her five inch heel. As she began to fall into Trunks he grabbed her with his strong arms and fast reflexes. Sitting her down on the couch, he questioned himself on what to do next.
"Let's start over. I'm Trunks," he smiled his goofy smile, trying to hold back the laughter as she threw off her shoes.
"I'm Dixie," she said, this time completely aware of what was going on. Reaching her delicate hand up and into his she shook his arm up and down. Meeting his eyes again they held onto each other, neither wanting to let go.
"About the poem.?" she whispered.
"Err.what?"
She stood up and grabbed his other hand. They paused, again, staring into each other's eyes, but this time he couldn't hold back the laughter. She was about five of six inches shorter than him.
"What?" She demanded to know what was so funny. "What? I said what.you arrogant idiotic. moronic. foolish. laughing at a girl. a woman I mean.you...!"
"Sorry. it was nothing." he chocked out, trying to hold back the laughter. "Now.oh yes.okay let me get the poem...oh wait I know it.here goes.
How does it feel when a heart breaks?
Well each person gets half
A straight line down the middle
Each person feels half lost
Each person feels half full
And life goes on
Sometimes mingling in the past
Soon to be forgotten"
He stopped there and let his soft blue eyes rest in the vision of her small black gem-like eyes. Maybe that was what he likes most about her. She really did have beautiful, knowing eyes that just kept drawing him in.
"But baby when you took your half
You stole some of mine
And when I walk by are favorite places
I look for my half
But with that tiny little chunk gone
I feel lost between the spaces
All I can think of is you
Just that tiny little chunk
Stabs me good
And baby my half has sprung a leak
It's draining out fast
And when I try to pull it back
You get me again
And it slips through my fingers
So I can't help remembering you
Sorry baby cause now my hearts a black hole
And bitch, I think I should hate you."
"Trunks?"
"Yeah?"
"Boxers or briefs?" She whispered in a daze.
He jumped back in shock. The world seemed to be spinning around him, and he once again got that drunken feeling. This was so great, so bad, so confusing.
"P-P-PAN!?" He shouted both in excitement and frustration. He said it so loud that they both could almost feel that their ears were shattering into tiny little pieces.
"No! I'm Dixie!" She said not by shouting, but with the stern kind of voice of a young woman pushed way over the edge.
She sounded like she was so cool and convinced that she was Dixie that Trunks felt like he had to believer her. But he still felt like maybe, just maybe she was hiding something from him. But he didn't think about it too long because suddenly his hands started to tingle and as he looked down, he realized that she never let go.
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THANKS for reading this. I know it was a little corny, but writing romance is new to me so give me a break k? ( Alright so REVIEW PLEASE!! Tell me what you think. does it make any sense or is it totally confusing. Do you understand that Pan is just lying when she says her name is Cassie? Well?? Positive and negative reviews are appreciated. REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!!! (So I know if I should keep writing) and thanks (